I miss him, Tang Wei, who was once so close to me thousands of miles away. Who would have thought that, overnight, he would lose his throne and lose his country. "Oh, 'You can't admonish those who have gone by, but you can still chase those who come.'" He just waved the peach blossom fan in his hand. Looking up again, there was a cloud of ink rolling in his eyes. Holding the fan and pointing to the west, his Maha Mohua Palace. He continued to chuckle: "From now on, there will be no more Tang Wei, only Lou Fengge, the 'lou' of 'Qin Lou Chu Pavilion'." "This Damohua Palace, these ancient mountains and rivers, will eventually return to this palace." When the attempt to force the palace failed and the foreign enemies changed, it remained calm. I can let you in, and I can also let you get out. Only I am worthy of the words "change of dynasty". However, Qin is declining and you, a rebellious minister, have forced me into such a desperate situation. Should I leave or stay? I have a brothel, I have wine, I have a story, it has nothing to do with romance, because you are missing. Be it a good minister or a disobedient minister. But, decline, decline, Hu Bugui? I said, love is just a moment. There are so many divisions and reunions among the people, many of which are written down in storybooks, but in the end they are just a faint sigh. You answer, no. Love is not a moment, love is a mission, your vicissitudes of life. Love is the water after passing through the sea, and the cloud after removing Wushan Mountain. I didn't believe it at the time, but now, as long as it's what you say, as long as you come back, I will listen to you in everything.